Just Another Victim of Love

Chapter 8: The True Meaning of Christmas (Chapters)

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, not in a million years, but J.K. Rowling's.

A/N: This, my friends, is the Christmas chapter. Beware! By the way, what is the true meaning of Christmas chapters? o_O

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Ron was in a very good mood. An extremely marvelous mood. It was Christmas Day and Ron and Hermione had decided to spend the night alone. Which meant no Harry, just Hermione to himself and of course no Harry.

"Hermione! We have got to get to the Burrow! Mom's a bit pissed off that we are not spending the entire evening with the whole family so if we don't get there soon, she's going to lecture me for the rest of my life. She'll do it to you too you know. She considers you family!" shouted Ron from the couch. Hermione was still getting ready in her room for the nice dinner they were planning to have afterwards. They were going to the L'Oignon Géant.

"Good things come to those who wait Ron. Be patient. Besides, she won't lecture me. I'm considered like family, but I'm not officially part of the family. I'm very safe," replied Hermione while applying her make-up.

"Well, you know as well as I do that you'll be a Weasley in the near future," said Ron with a smile. Hermione wasn't there to see him of course, but he smiled anyway.

"Yes, so you've heard about my engagement to Percy huh?" asked Hermione. She waited for his response, but instead she heard a huge thud. Something big had fallen. "Ron, you haven't dropped the presents have you? The tea set for your mother is made of glass you know!" She waited for a response. Still no answer. "Ron?" Silence. "RON!"

Hermione ran down the hall to the living room of her flat, with one earring on, almost tripping on her dress. She found Ron's fainted figure lying on the floor right by the couch. "Ron, RON! Wake up! Ron, you silly goof wa- AHH!" A pair of strong arms had pulled Hermione down to the floor. She was now right on top of Ron.

"You idiot! You scared me to death! Oh, you could have been hurt. Seriously. Don't you dare do that again!" Hermione said, while attempting to get off of Ron. Ron, who still had his hands gripped around her wrists, smirked when she gave up, settling for straddling him on her knees.

"Hermione, relax. I'm ok! It was only a joke. Besides, you getting married to Percy was worse than my joke," replied Ron. He was really getting too comfortable in the position.

"Hmph. Whatever you say Ron. I, on the other hand, must finish getting ready. Let go of me now or I'll hex you."

"Aww, come on Hermione, you look beautiful already. You don't have anyone to impress but me," said Ron.

"Despite what you think Ron, I am not getting ready to impress you." Hermione got up and started to walk back to her room. Only to discover she was standing exactly where she was before. Beside the couch, right next to Ron. Ron slowly got up.

"What is it darling? Miss me already?" said Ron as he placed his hands around her waist from behind.

"Ron! This is not funny. I have to get ready. Mrs. Weasley will lecture you remember?"

Ron, who was busy kissing Hermione's neck replied with a "mmph" sound.

"Ron! I'm serious. I need to get ready. She pulled Ron's arms away from her waist. She was surprised to find that he did not resist or whine. He just smirked. Hermione ignored him, but discovered that she was still where she was before.

"Ron! What is going on? Speak up!" demanded Hermione.

Ron, who didn't say a word, nudged his head upward, telling Hermione to look up at the ceiling. There, floating in mid-air, was mistletoe.

"Going somewhere dear?" asked Ron. The smirk he wore was really becoming.

"Ron! I really don't have time f--" Before Hermione could finish, Ron kissed Hermione. At first Hermione was a bit annoyed and wanted to pull back, then she noticed that he tasted really good. Wanting to find out more, Hermione kissed Ron back, trying to discover what exactly she was tasting. After a minute or two when they both needed to breathe, Hermione and Ron, who was more reluctant, pulled away from each other.

"What was that Ron?" asked Hermione.

"A very lovely and passionate kiss that I wouldn't mind repeating again and again?"

"No, Ron. What was that? The taste… it is so familiar…"

"That, darling," said Ron, "is the sweet sweet taste of love. Want more?" Ron leaned in again.

"Ron! No, I want to know what was it!"

"Fine. It's chocolate … and a bit of cinnamon I think."

"Chocolate and cinnamon? I don't have that stuff around… unless… Ron! You didn't!"

"What? It looked really good, just all unwrapped and waiting to be eaten. What could a guy do?"

"It's for your sister! You were suppose to wrap it, not eat it!"

"But it looked so good and – where are you going Hermione?"

Hermione ignored Ron and walked back to her room, only to find that he had already apparated there.

"Need any help fixing zippers on dresses?"

"Ron! Get out!"

"Or put on any necklaces?"

"Out!" said Hermione as she pushed Ron out of her bedroom door.

"Or help you with -- " Hermione cast a silence spell on Ron. "You stay put on the couch Ron. I'll be done soon if you shut up."

Ron shrugged and walked back to the couch. He found the box of unfinished chocolates and silently continued to finish the box.

A/N: I know, I know. The ending sucked. The whole thing was weird and sappy. And it was a fairly short chapter. I had to end it somewhere though; I have to go soon. This is only part one of course! I will write more about the happenings at the Burrow later and perhaps the gifts. Hopefully by tomorrow. If not, I promise to write something about New Year's. There will be Harry in the next chappie, I promise! Ok, so PLEASE REVIEW! Thanks for all the support so far. Happy Christmas/Holidays everyone!